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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Gories 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.