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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.