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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.