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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.