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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.