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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.