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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.