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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.