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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.