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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.