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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.