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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.