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 Sierra Leone 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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.