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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Scion,
Josef K,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.