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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.