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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Names,
The Litter,
Pole,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.