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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.