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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.