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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.