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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.