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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.