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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.