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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Visage,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.