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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Gories,
Slave,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.