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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.