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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.