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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.