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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.