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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.