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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Names,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.