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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.