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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Television,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.