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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.