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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Swans,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.