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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.