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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.