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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.