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 Chad 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.