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 Mozambique 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.