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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.