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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.