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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Index,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.