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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.