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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.