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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.