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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.