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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.