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 China and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.