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 India and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.