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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Altered Images 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Technova,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.