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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
New Order,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.