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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.