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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.