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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.