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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.