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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.