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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Brick,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.