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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Can,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.