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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
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.