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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.