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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.