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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Cameo,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.