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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.