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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.