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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Index,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.