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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
UT,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.