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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.