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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.