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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 808 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.