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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Main Source,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.