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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.