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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Suburban Knight 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.