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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.