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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.