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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.