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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.