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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Television,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.