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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.