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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.