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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Residents,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Cramps,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.