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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.