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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
MC5,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Q65,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.