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 United States and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Cameo,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.