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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.