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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Television,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
PIL,
The Associates,
AZ,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
UT,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.