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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.