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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.