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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.