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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
10cc,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Remains,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.