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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
the Normal,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.