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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Yaz,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.