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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.