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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Deakin,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.