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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.