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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.