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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.