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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.