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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.