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 United States and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.