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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.