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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.