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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Brick,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Gong,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.