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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Nico,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.