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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Make Up,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
DNA,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.