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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.