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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.