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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.