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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
UT,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.