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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.