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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.