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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
ABC,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.