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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.