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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.