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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.