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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Television,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.