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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.