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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.