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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.