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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.