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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.