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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.