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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.