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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.