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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.