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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.