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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Television,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.