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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
X-101,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.