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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.