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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.