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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.