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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.