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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.