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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.