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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.