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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.