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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.