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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 JFA 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.