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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.