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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
UT,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.