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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.