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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fall,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.