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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.