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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.