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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.