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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.