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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.