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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.