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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.