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 Chad 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Move,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.