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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.