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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.