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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.