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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.