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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Faust,
Visage,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.