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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.