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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.