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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.