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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.