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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Wake,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
PIL,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.