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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Visage,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Main Source,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.