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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Model 500,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.