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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.