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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.