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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.