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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.