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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Second Layer 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.