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 Palau 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 1968 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 Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.