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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.