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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Swans,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.