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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.