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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.