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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.