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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Q65,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.