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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.