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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.