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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Gong,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.