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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.