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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.