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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.