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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.