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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.