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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.