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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Barracudas 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.