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 Kosovo 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.