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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.