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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.