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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.