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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.