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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.