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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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.