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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.