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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.