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 Japan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.