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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Gang Green,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.