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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.