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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.