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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.