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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.