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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.