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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 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 Monolake to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.