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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
the Swans,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.