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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.