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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.