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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
X-101,
MDC,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Smog,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.