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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.