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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.