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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.