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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.