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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.