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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.