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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Busters 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.