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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.