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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
the Normal,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.