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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.