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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Hashim,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.