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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Monks,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.