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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.