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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.