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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.