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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.