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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Brick,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.