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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.