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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.