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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.