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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.