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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.