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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Pole,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Neu!,
UT,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.