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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.