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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.