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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Mars,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.