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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.