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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.