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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.