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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.