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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.