Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.