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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.