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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.