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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Rekid,
X-101,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.