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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.