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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Soft Machine 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.