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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.