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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.