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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Japan,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.