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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.