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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.