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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.