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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.