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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.