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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.