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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.