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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
10cc,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.