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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.