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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.