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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.