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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.