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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.