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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.