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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.