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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.