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 Malta and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
the Association,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.