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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.