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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.