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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.