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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.