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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.