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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.