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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.