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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.