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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.