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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.