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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.