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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.