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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.