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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.