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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.