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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.