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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.