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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.