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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
The Names,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Q65,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.