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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.