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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.