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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Cure,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.