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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Little Man,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.