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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.