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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.