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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.