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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.