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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Index,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.