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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Nico,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.