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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.