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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.