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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
the Swans,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.