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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Can,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.