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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.