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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.