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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.