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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.