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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.