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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
UT,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.