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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
MDC,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.