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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.