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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.