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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.