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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Faust,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.