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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.