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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.