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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.