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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.