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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.