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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.