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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Brick,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.