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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.