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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Make Up,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.