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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.