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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.