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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.