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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.