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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.