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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.