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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.