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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Aswad,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.