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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.