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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.