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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.