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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.