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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.