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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.