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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.