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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.