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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Smog,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.