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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Hashim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.