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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.