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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.