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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Scion,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.