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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.