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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.