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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.