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 Spain 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.