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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.