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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 UT to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.