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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.