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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.