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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.