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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.