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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.