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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.