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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.