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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
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.