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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.