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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.