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 Denmark 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.