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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.