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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.