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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.