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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.