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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Television,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.