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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.