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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Liliput,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Qualms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.