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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.