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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.