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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.