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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Television,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.