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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.