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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.