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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.