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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.