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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.