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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.