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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
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.