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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.