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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Accadde A 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Can,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.