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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.