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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.