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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Swans,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.