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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.