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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.