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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.