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 Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.