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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.