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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.