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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.