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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
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.