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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.