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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Cymande,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.