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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.