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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.