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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.