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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.