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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.