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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Can,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.