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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.