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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Ludus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.