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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.