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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.