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 Macedonia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.