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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.