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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Can,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.