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 Barbados 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.