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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.