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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
ABC,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.