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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.