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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.