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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.