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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Can,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.