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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.