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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.