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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
UT,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Standells,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.