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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.