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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.