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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.