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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.