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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.