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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.