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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.