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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Can,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.