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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.