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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.