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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Organ,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.