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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Move,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.