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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.