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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.