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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.