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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.