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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.