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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.