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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.