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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.