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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.