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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 EPMD to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.