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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.