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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.