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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.