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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.