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 Chad 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.