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 Laos and from Milan.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Neu!,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.