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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.