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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Kayak,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.