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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Residents,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.