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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
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The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.