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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.