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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Residents,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.