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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 United States of America to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.