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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.