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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.