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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.