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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.