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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.