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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.