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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.