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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.