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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.