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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.