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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.