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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.