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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.