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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s 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 B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
X-102,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.