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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.