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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Faust,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.