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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.