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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
This Heat,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.