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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.