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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.