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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.