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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.