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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.