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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.