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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Index,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.