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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
X-102,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.