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 Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.