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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.