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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.