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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.