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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.