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 China and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.