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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.