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 India and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.