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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.