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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.