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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.