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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.