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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.