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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.