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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.