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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.