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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.