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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Mojo Men 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.