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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.