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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Make Up,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.