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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.