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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.