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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.