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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.