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 Romania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.