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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Smog,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.