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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Main Source to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.