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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.