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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Nas,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.