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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.