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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.