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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.