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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.