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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.