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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Franke,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.