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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.