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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.