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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.