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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.