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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.