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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.