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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.