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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.